Oct 2017
I want to write a poem
Like a yogi’s meditation
Every minute of the day
Through blackness of my sadness
Red is glory close to heart while
White arises pale and cold
I tried to write a poem
All about the triumph of love
That took me 10 years to write
Despite my fierce suppression
That passion in all its hunger
Realized like turtle doves
I wrote my heartfelt poem
In a trance of deep rem sleep
Feeling the ruthlessness of truth
I must complete this poem
Awake to writing its wonder
Instead remembered this one
Like a yogi’s meditation
Every minute of the day
Through blackness of my sadness
Red is glory close to heart while
White arises pale and cold
I tried to write a poem
All about the triumph of love
That took me 10 years to write
Despite my fierce suppression
That passion in all its hunger
Realized like turtle doves
I wrote my heartfelt poem
In a trance of deep rem sleep
Feeling the ruthlessness of truth
I must complete this poem
Awake to writing its wonder
Instead remembered this one
Awakening from a dream of writing a poem, a marvelous poem about love-I dreamt I woke up to write it down, but only found scribbles in the morning...writer's block for a while since PTSD from an accident that totaled my car on the Turnpike. I'm unharmed physically, but struggling mentally to even leave the house.
